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The Bread of the Poor

           Apperttodine,butthelattermadetheexcuseofhavingsomeletterstowrite;asamatteroffact,hedidnotwishtocompromisehisgenerouscompaniontoanyfurtherextent.Aboutthreeo’clockthesegentlemenwenttofinishtheirinspectionoftheworkhouseandthenreturnedtotheprison.Theretheyfoundthejailerbythegate,akindofgiant,sixfeethigh,withbowlegs.Hisignoblefacehadbecomehideousbyreasonofhisterror.

           "Ah,monsieur,"hesaidtothecuréassoonashesawhim,"isnotthegentlemanwhomIseethere,M.Appert?"

           "Whatdoesthatmatter?"saidthecuré.

           "ThereasonisthatIreceivedyesterdaythemostspecificorders,andM.thePrefectsentamessagebyagendarmewhomusthavegallopedduringthewholeofthenight,thatM.Appertwasnottobeallowedintheprisons."

           "Icantellyou,M.Noiroud,"saidthecuré,"thatthetravellerwhoiswithmeisM.Appert,butdoyouordoyounotadmitthatIhavetherighttoentertheprisonatanyhourofthedayornightaccompaniedbyanybodyIchoose?"

           "Yes,M.thecuré,"saidthejailerinalowvoice,loweringhisheadlikeabull-dog,inducedtoagrudgingobediencebyfearofthestick,"only,M.thecuré,Ihaveawifeandchildren,andshallbeturnedoutiftheyinformagainstme.Ionlyhavemyplacetoliveon."

           "I,too,shouldbesorryenoughtolosemine,"answeredthegoodcuré,withincreasingemotioninhisvoice.

           "Whatadifference!"answeredthejailerkeenly."Asforyou,M.lecuré,weallknowthatyouhaveeighthundredfrancsayear,goodsolidmoney."

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